"don't fight me and get distracted, that's a bad combination." -salem woods
S A L E M ༺♱༻
I don't like him. Not sure if I ever will, but what I will say, is those girls were right. He is like heaven. His tongue especially is. I haven't seen his dick, nor do I want to see it, but I can tell those girls weren't bullshitting me.
My legs are still sore from all the orgasms he gave me and it's been two days since the last one.
Our wedding is in a week so there definitely will be no more sexual interactions between us before then. I need to be able to walk in my beautiful dress.
And I also need to be ready for anything to happen.
I make my way down stairs and to my surprise, Abel is standing at the stove, cooking.
"Are you on drugs?" I ask him as I make my entrance.
I open the fridge as I hear him drop the spatula he has in hand, "No why?" he asks me, a hand on his hip.
Are you serious?
"We haven't even had sex and you're already whipped." I scoff. He grows annoyed and angrily stirs the eggs on the pan, "I am not whipped. I'm just trying to be nice."
I roll my eyes, "I don't want you to be nice to me. We hate each other remember?"
He glares at me and smirks, "We don't like each other, hm? So what happened upstairs last night then? You crumbling beneath me was an act of hatred? The way your desperate little pussy fell apart around my fingers was an act of hatred? I might be dumb sometimes, but I'm not blind, Salem."
I close my eyes and breath through my nose, "Whatever, keep your fucking breakfast. I'm going to train."
He stands there shocked, "Train?"
I haven't trained in years. I workout yes, but I know almost every move there is to know in self defense, everyone in the mafia knows that. I learned from the best. But there is still plenty more that can be done, maybe I could even strengthen my moves.
"Yeah." I shrug. "It never hurts to improve."
He raises a brow, "Improve? You're the strongest female in this goddamn business, what do you need to improve on? If anything I need to improve."
I roll my eyes, "Goodbye Abel."
I hurry out the kitchen and ascend up the stairs, into my closet. I put my workout clothes on and head into the gym.
The first thing I do is hit the treadmill a few times before moving on to the punching bag. I swing a few times before I hear someone step in.
I turn and to my surprise, Blade Ricci is standing 12 feet away from me. "Hey." he says in surprise. "What are you doing in here?"
"Just working out I guess. I don't fucking know." I huff and wipe the sweat off my face with a towel.
He steps closer and raises a brow, "You need help with anything?"
I shrug, "You could let me use some moves on you and see if I can better them?"
His eyes widen and he looks me up and down, "Are you sure you won't kill me?"
I laugh and step onto the mat, "I'm positive."
He gets onto the mat and I shake my arms at my sides, loosening my muscles up. "The first thing I want to do is combat, go your hardest on me and I'll fight back."
Before I say go he knees me in the stomach and tackles me to the ground. Not what I was expecting, but ok. With the breath I have left in me, I take my right leg and wrap it around his left one.
Using my force, I grab his throat and squeeze, throwing him underneath me. I let go and he falls into a fit of coughs. "What the fuck." he whines.
"You're the one that tackled me asshole." I laugh. I hear a clearing of a throat from the doorway. Abel is standing there, shirtless in some grey sweat-shorts. My jaw just about drops.
"Need help?" he offers us. I scoff, "You're the last person I'd want to help me train."
He chuckles, "I'd take you down in minutes, princess."
I put a hand on my hip, smirking, "Is that a challenge?"
"It's a promise."
Does that have multiple meanings or....?
"Then bring it, dickhead." I lick my lips.
He steps onto the mat and Blade runs to the side line. I step into my fighting stance as he swipes his leg and knocks me on my back. He grabs my legs and drags me towards him so I take the time to throw a right hook to his jaw. A loud grunt leaves his mouth and he groans, "Fuck."
Recovering quickly, he pins me down onto the mat and places his legs on my arms. I'm desperate underneath him, all at his disposable. I gasp lowly and he smirks, "Got something to say now?"
I swallow, "Get. Off."
He shakes his head. I kick my legs and scream, "Get! Off."
He's half way into a fit of laughter when my lips form into a pout. His eyes drift down to my lips. I feel his hands losen on my wrists so I take the time to wiggle them out and punch him in the nose.
Groaning, he grabs his nose and falls off of me. "Fuck!" he whines.
I smirk and jump up, dusting my body off. "You're easily distracted." I shrug. "Next time don't let horniness get in the way next time. I wink as I strut out the room towards the showers.
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